Apocalypse Invasion: Survival on the Infinite Train
Ming Chu didn't use all her strength in this kick, but for the fragile Qiaozhong Huizi, it was an almost unbearable force.
She felt a surge of excruciating pain in her stomach, and her entire body flew backward.
But because they were inside the RV, before she could fly anywhere, she slammed hard against the vehicle door.
The kick from the front and the impact from behind stacked onto her body. She curled up, clutching herself, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a gasp.
The immense agony prevented her from maintaining her illusion, allowing Ming Chu to finally see the real face of the man in front of her.
But the first thing she noticed on his face was panic and terror.
The corners of Ming Chu's lips curved into a smile. "Are you afraid of me?"
"How is that possible? How could you not be affected by the illusion? It's impossible! Even our Great Sun warriors cannot resist Huizi's illusion! Is it you? Is it you, Huizi? Did you actually show her mercy?!"
Ming Chu let out a mocking chuckle and lunged forward with a sweep of her blade. "If thinking that makes you feel better, feel free to comfort yourself that way."
This time, the one struggling to hold his ground was the vicious man.
When Ming Chu was entangled in the illusion, she could already fight him on even terms; now that the illusion was gone, he was no match for her.
The more the vicious man fought, the more flustered and terrified he became.
When Ming Chu swung her blade, if he hadn't dodged quickly, it wouldn't have just slashed his shoulder—it would have split his head wide open.
Even so, that single strike nearly severed his shoulder entirely.